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Star Wars: Legacies

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Star Wars: Legacies

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Star Wars 77 [A Post-Episode IX Sandbox Worldbuilding Project & Adventure]

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Star Wars: Legacies

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A new day has dawned for a once dark galaxy.

Five years have passed since the defeat of the Empire at the Battle of Endor, and with the Emperor dead, it has become leaderless and divided.; a scattered Remnant of its former glory. As the Imperials quarrel amongst themselves while carving out their own territories among the stars, the fledgling New Republic continues to grow as it attempts to bring the galaxy together in a peaceful, democratic New Order.

However, that is easier said than done.

Many planets and entire systems, weary after years of suffering years of oppression under the Emperor's iron fist, are hesitant to join the New Republic. Leia Organa, the acting Minister of State is tasked with convincing these worlds to not only join the New Republic, but to be at the forefront of ushering in a new era of freedom and peace in the galaxy.

Meanwhile, with the blessings of the New Republic Head of State, Mon Mothma, Luke Skywalker has taken the first steps in preparations to train a new generation of Jedi Knights in the way of the Force. To meet this end, Master Skywalker has begun to transform the ancient Massassi Temple on Yavin IV into the first Jedi Praxeum that the galaxy has seen in decades.

However, under the veil of hope, lies hidden dangers.

The Imperial Remnant, though scattered, is still a threat to the fragile New Republic, as well as the very idea of freedom in the galaxy.

The Sith, though seemingly defeated with the death of the Emperor and the redemption of his enforcer, Darth Vader, still loom like a dark cloud over the New Jedi Order as they attempt to restore their name throughout the entire galaxy.

With the Empire fractured, the Hutts among other crime syndicates have begun to make their presence known on many new worlds, spreading their influence and growing in power, creating yet another new threat for the New Republic.

Can the New Republic survive the hurdles and dangers it will surely face? Or will it collapse into ruin?

Only time will tell...

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Star Wars: Legacies gives us the chance to craft our own history of a galaxy far, far, away. The only established cannon is Episodes 1-6 (including The Clone Wars and Rebels). Create a character to explore this open world RPG and see where the Force takes them.

Legacy characters such as Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa etc, will be strictly NPC and used sparingly. Your characters are the stars of this story.

Join us on our new Discord server: discord.gg/H92fpc

To join us, just fill out the CS below:
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Character Sheet

Star Wars: Legacies Character Sheet

Character's name:

Race (such as Human, Wookie, Transdoshan, Hutt, Twi'lek, Rodian, Bothan, droid, Mon Calimari, etc):

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc):

Character Alignment (Choose one):Good, Neutral, Evil)

Character Background:

Character Class (choose one):

Scoundrel (all smugglers, cutthroats, outlaws, and general rogues)

Soldier (stormtroopers, Moffs, tribal warriors, New Republic commandos, fighter pilots, and all other warriors and soldiers)

Force Sensitive (Jedi, Sith, Witches of Dothamir, Emperor's Hands, Imperial Inquisitors, and all other Force Users)

Bounty Hunter (strictly Bounty Hunters, whether a member of the Guild or not)

Beaurocrat (all Senators, Governors, representatives, and general diplomats)

Items- What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc):

Character Personality- Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc):

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

As Icon soared over Lost Haven, he grew more and more frustrated. Frustrated at the fact that even with all of his powers, he was utterly powerless to protect Alexa from an assassin's bullet. He feared that the assassination attempt on Alexa had proven her father right, that Scott just was not capable of protecting his daughter. But even more than that, he was growing frustrated by the fact that he had made so little headway in determining just who was responsible for the attempt on Alexa's life, and by extension, who it was that had left that note for him.

The note had stated that “they” knew who Icon was, and with the attack on Alexa, he knew deep down that this was not a bluff. The attempt on Alexa's life had been a message for him. What that message was, was received loud and clear:
Nobody in his life was safe.

He had already began trying to make his friends and family safer. He told Jenny that maybe it was time to get out of the city for a little while. Of course, she refused. She had told him that she wouldn't just uproot her life and run away, and as much as he disagreed with her, he respected her choice. So, he was relieved when she agreed to go stay with a friend until this had all blown over.

When he went to Eric, his best friend and business partner was more understanding. He recognized the danger associated with being “Icon's best friend,” especially since it seemed that a dangerous enemy had somehow deduced the hero's secret identity. However, he also refused to pack up and leave, and of course, he noted that they couldn't just close down now, so soon after reopening after the Hounds of Humanity had attacked the club. Of course, Scott admitted that Eric had been right, they couldn't just close down every time there was a threat of some sort as a result of Scott's “day job.” However, Scott was relieved when Eric had suggested hiring additional security for the time being.
For the first time since he had taken up the mantle of Icon, he felt completely powerless. After the attempted assassination on Alexa, he had been out pounding the pavement, so to speak. Searching the city for any trace of the assassin who's bullets had not only injured Alexa, but killed six other people that day. He had left no stone unturned, but had come up with no information that would lead him to whoever it was that was behind this.

“It's like they're ghosts.” Christopher Arthur had told him when he had gone to him for help, hoping that he could use his vast STRIKE connections to find those responsible. Unfortunately, the truth was that with STRIKE now defunct, there was little that Chris was able to do to track down the assassin or whoever it was that had hired him.

However, Chris' inability to help track these people down was far from unique. Icon had gone to nearly everyone that he knew that could possibly help him find anything, but he wasn't even able to get so much as a name. The only information that he was able to get was that the symbol in the note, the eye that looked almost like it came straight from an Egyptian hieroglyph had been seen several times in Crown Ridge.

So that was where he was going now.

As unlikely as it was, there was one person in Crown Ridge who might be able to help. All Icon had to do was ask. However, he had to find him first. He hadn't been responding to his hails over the Guardians' com system that Arthur had developed, and he wasn't exactly known for being easy to contact. However, Icon had his methods for finding people, even if they didn't necessarily want to be found. The truth was, Icon knew almost as much about the assassins as he did about Lyger. The feline hero was not exactly “one of the gang.” He kept to himself and didn't let others, including his teammates into his world.

In fact, the only thing that Icon had to go on was that he had heard someone else speaking to Lyger through a comm device during their battle against the Hounds of Humanity, and again shortly after during a brief meeting at Sherman Center. However, the people who were speaking to him were very different individuals. During the fight against the Hounds, it sounded as if it were an older male who had been communicating with him. During the meeting at the Guardians' headquarters, it sounded as if it were a younger woman. The only hope that Icon had of finding Lyger, would be to see if he could hone in and find a familiar voice, and hope that he'd be able to trace it to their location.

It had only taken Icon moments to travel the ten miles from Lost Haven to Crown Ridge. Once in the air space over “Lost Haven's Ugly Little Sister,” Icon climbed several thousand feet and then he hovered, and listened.

He listened desperately hoping to hear a familiar voice.

“...You wanna cry? I'll give you something to cry about!”

“...Dad, this is my boyfriend, Nate.”

“...c'mmon, there's no such thing as aliens! Get yer head outta yer...”

“...Come on baby, if you really loved me you would...”

“...we've got a 10-54 at the corner on West and Newmart.”

Icon heard everything. However, the one thing that he did not hear was what he was desperately looking for. A hint, a familiar voice. A clue which would bring him to the one man he needed to find.

Until finally, he heard her voice.

“...Well, to be honest, if we're assigning blame, then this is your fault for leaving me alone with the explosives in the first place.”

That's her! Icon thought to himself as he recognized the young woman's voice from Lyger's communications device. He began to focus on her voice, drowning out all the other noise in the city until he was only able to hear her voice. Then, he could hear other voices in the same vicinity. There was another woman, who Icon estimated to be in her mid to late twenties, and then a male, who's voice was somewhat familiar, though not quite. However, he supposed that the male could be Lyger, who was currently not using his voice modulator.

There was a little bit of yelling, and someone said something about a ruined motorcycle, which was more than enough for Icon to lock onto and get a general idea of where they were. Icon headed toward the city, and by following the voices, traced them back to an old dilapidated Post Office building.

This can't be right, there's nothing here. Icon thought to himself as he walked around the run down building. However, he could still hear the voices within, and they appeared to be coming from below the structure itself. So he continued to look around for a way in. Then he saw something that didn't quite fit in with the rest of the site. To the left of the loading bay where postal workers had once filled the mail trucks with mail, there was a state of the art sensor of some sort, as well as a well hidden security camera.

This has got to be it. He thought to himself just as the conversation that he could hear below made him sure that it was.

“Sorry to drop by like this, but I need your help.” Icon said as he stepped in front of the sensor and spoke to the camera. He stood there and waited for a moment, and just as he was beginning to believe that he'd have to find another way in, the platform that he stood on began to lower itself into the ground.

The platform, which was actually some sort of lift, slowly descended down into the sub level of the post office, which as Icon reached the lower levels he saw that it looked as if it were actually an old bomb shelter which probably dated back to at least the mid 1980s. As he looked around his surroundings as the lift finally came to a stop, he saw a small computer array, what looked like a car that was being built almost from scratch, and in the corner a motorcycle that was indeed a smoldering wreck. There were also two young women, a pretty blonde girl who was in her early twenties, and a Latina woman who as Icon had guessed, looked to be in her late twenties. Then, as he was stepping off the lift, the masked vigilante Lyger stepped toward him.

“Well, what can I do for you?” Lyger asked as he approached Icon.

“I'm sure you heard about the assassination attempt on Alexa Winstone.” Icon said.

“Yeah, that was unfortunate.” Lyger told him.

“It was. Icon agreed. “It was also a message to me. Icon continued.

“How so?” Lyger asked, unsure of what Icon meant.

Icon looked around pensively to the two young women, and then to Lyger. He knew that at this point there was not reason not to be truthful, Lyger was a smart guy and would figure it out on his own anyhow. Then he took his finger to his right wrist and pressed a button. Immediately, his blue and silver uniform retracted back into the bracelet that Alexa had given him.

“My name is Scott Hunter. Someone figured out who I am and is targeting people that I love.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

With the heavy blast door taken care of, Lyger and Reklis moved into the clear well, where they found no sign of Insomnia or any more of his men. The clear well itself was a large mostly wide open area aside from some large pipes and pumps. However, on the far left hand side of the room there was a lone security room, and that was where Lyger guessed Insomnia must have been hiding.

“They're onto you now.” Janet cackled in glee as Insomnia watched the two vigilantes move into the clear well.

“Would you just shut up?!” Insomnia shot back venomously. “This isn't over yet.”

“You and I both know that it is. They're going to lock you back up in that hell hole and you'll never see the light of day again.” Janet said matching his tone. “And I personally can't wait.”

“Yeah, and you would be there to haunt me with your endless chatter. You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?” Insomnia said coldly even as Janet leaned in like she was going to kiss him.

“Well, it would serve you right.” She said leaning in closer. “I mean, you did kill me after all.” She said as she pulled back from him. Her pristine skin instantly decaying before his eyes, her face becoming increasingly corpse-like until it crumbled away before him, leaving him alone in the security room when the door slammed open, and two masked figures entered the room.

“Don't move Miles, it's over.” Lyger said as he laid eyes on the madman.

“Oh...I don't think so.” Insomnia said gleefully as he reached into his pocket, pulling a flash bang grenade out and tossing it immediately in the direction of Lyger and Reklis. With the two vigilantes stunned by the sudden flash, Insomnia was able to get out past them and into the clear well. Insomnia made a dash toward the water supply with a vial of the compound which had transformed him from a respected researcher into the monster that he had become.

Lyger was only stunned momentarily, and he quickly took off after Insomnia. Lyger raced after the madman, catching up to him before he was able to get the vial to the city's water supply. He reached out, grabbing the maniac's arm, only for Insomnia to turn on his and swing at him with a wild right hand, which Lyger was able to avoid. Lyger countered with an uppercut to Insomnia's gut, followed by an open hand thrust to his chin, which put the terrorist down. Lyger then pulled a pair of titanium cuffs from his belt, and secured the madman safely to a railing near the entrance to the water plant.

***

From a rooftop across the street from the New Portland Water Plant, Lyger and Reklis watched as the CRPD took Insomnia into custody. Since the Crown Ridge authorities still held a less than favorable view on vigilantes, Lyger couldn't just march the maniac out to the waiting police force. So after he had secured the lunatic, he had Whisper call in an anonymous tip to the CRPD letting them know of Insomnia's location. As he watched the police officers load him into the transport van, Lyger felt a sense of relief. Relief that they had finally ended the threat of Insomnia, hopefully for good, and over the fact that he had finally made good on his promise to Harry to bring in the son of his friend safely. After several moments of silence, Lyger finally turned his head and looked to the man who had assisted him tonight. As much as he hated to admit it, he had underestimated the threat that Insomnia had posed, and more importantly, he had underestimated the effect on the people of Crown Ridge that the fear of that threat had created, and the depths that they would go to protect themselves.

That underestimation had nearly proved fatal for Lyger, and it very well may have been if it hadn't been for the timely intervention of Reklis.

“You did good work here tonight.” Lyger said.

“Thanks. You were pretty impressive yourself.” Reklis said before looking back to the scene below them. Silence hung in the air for several seconds before Reklis spoke again. “You know, maybe we should...” He turned to look at Lyger again, only to find that the feline hero had already left.

“Heh, so it's gonna be like that, huh?”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Moonlander

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NAME

Giacinto Luna

ALIAS

Moonlander
L'Occhio Lunare

COLOR

Forest Green

ALIGNMENT

Hero

IDENTITY

Secret

PERSONALITY

Beneath his many undiagnosed neuroses, born from a lifetime under the influence of a capricious celestial entity, Giacinto is a soft, gentle soul driven by a mixture of compassion and curiosity. Despite his skittish, reclusive demeanour and whimsical habits, he carries within a lot of well-intentioned playfulness and enthusiasm. He loves helping people even if he sometimes suffers the burden of being Moonlander.

As Moonlander, he lacks the gritty cynicism of many other private detectives, but nevertheless takes his work seriously. That said, though he does not have a specific, reasoned moral code that he abides by, there is nothing Machiavellian or coldhearted about his methods. There are lines he has not and will not cross, even to save himself.

Although he is a very solitary, socially awkward creature, seldom leaving his warm, comfy sanctuary in the countryside for anything other than a new mystery, he does find his own peculiar ways to bond with others. Even if he does not socialize much, he makes up for it with kind gestures from a distance. And while he is not the sort of person who tells jokes on purpose, his placid amenity constantly leads to him becoming part of a joke by accident.

In short, he is a bit of a smol bean.

COSTUME

Moonlander has no costume yet. Most of his cases have allowed him to have minimal contact with regular people, giving him little reason to disguise himself. And since he rarely gets in physical confrontations, he has no need for armour. Most of the time, he wears his regular clothes, a combination of old dark trousers and even older light-coloured sweaters. If necessary, he covers his face with some improvised mask. Even his neighbours are not entirely sure what his face looks like anyway. The only consensus among them is that he has long dark hair and brown eyes. This may change in the future, however, now that his attention is being drawn to Lost Haven.

ORIGIN

Many strange, fantastical things have long been said to occur under the influence of the night sky, be they full moons, meteor showers or lunar eclipses. In a world were the absurd and the surreal often seem to reign supreme, the Moon has often been blamed for much of it, whether it is birthing werewolves and other such horrors or giving witches and Satanists the dark energies needed to perform their terrible rituals. Even the least supernaturally minded amongst flat-earthers have their own grievances with the pale celestial object, accusing it of being a deceitful projection of the New World Order which exists solely to conceal its inexistence and that of the curvature of the Earth.

Most such accusations made against the Moon are, in fact, true. Where the Sun is a warm, nurturing force of Nature, one which directs the orderly ebb and flow of normal life on Earth, the Moon is a mischievous entity, an obstinate disorganizer of life. It is very much the celestial mother of all things unexplainable. Every illogical mystery, every bizarre phenomenon that seems to appear ex nihilo, can often be traced back to her influence. This is specially true in the dark-sky regions of the world, those where her cool, playful light is unimpeded by the overwhelming artificial lights of modernity.

The scholars and mystics who deal in such matters have long debated as to the nature of moonlight's power. Is it the manifestation of a personal divinity or an impersonal magical phenomenon? Is it supernatural at all, or perhaps merely an issue of astrophysics waiting to be scientifically explained? Some have even dared to suggest that it may all be entirely psychosocial, a collective imposition of meaning onto an inanimate object.

This is all, of course, self-indulgent philosophical filler. The Moon just is, and even the use of the verb 'is' is a bit pretentious for her tastes. Anybody who tries to explain her essence, if she has any, is not even barking at the wrong tree, because the tree probably does not even exist.

What is irrefutably true and real is that Giacinto Luna was born bathed in moonlight, at least figuratively speaking. There was a full moon shining from above during the fateful night of his birth, and his parents lived in a villa in rural Italy, in what would years later be officially recognized as a dark-sky community. And there might have been a moon-related pagan ritual involved in the delivery.

Though there was nothing necessarily supernatural to the whole affair, most mystics would have agreed that the newborn was asking for it. And his coincidentally fitting surname was the cherry on top.

As a child, Giacinto was a sweet but anxious little thing, prone to speaking of odd, incomprehensible things with a lovable lisp. A compulsive daydreamer and a prodigy in equal parts, he developed a precocious interest in metaphysics, astronomy and psychoanalysis as he struggled with hallucinations and night terrors. His parents, both of them art historians, nurtured his growing list of unconventional habits and obsessions, and even included him in some of their own. He learned how to read from books about space travel and Renaissance sculpture, and bewildered the other children with his pointed questions about life, the Universe and everything. He even made some good friends out of those who were morbidly curious about him by teaching them about Buddhist philosophy.

Giacinto's life was not truly normal as he neared adolescence, but it was still mostly tethered to reality. The world outside of his dreams made sense, it had a logic to it. And when he felt like letting go, he would spend his late nights bathing in the moonlight in his parents' garden, unknowingly absorbing the gift of the Moon.

Then came adolescence, and with it came a wave of tumultuous change. The Moon had come to fulfill her end of the bargain he had unwittingly made the day of his birth. For what humans referred to as the dark-sky places of the world were, in fact, part of an vast, long-forgotten nocturnal nation: the Moonlands. And Giacinto, with his family name and the circumstances of his birth, was now one of its citizens.

There were no peer-reviewed papers or books to explain this, nor were there any manuals to help him figure out why his daydreams had become more vivid and specific. No psychotherapist could explain why he felt like he had an unnaturally strong grasp of the meaning and function of all his dreams and nightmares. And despite their best efforts, which included a lot of road trips to Roman ruins and obscure museums, his parents could not comprehend why he spoke of nonsensical events and people they had never heard of.

What no regular book could tell, and what Giacinto was forced to discover all on his own, was that he was not just a child of the Moonlands, but that he had been given a very specific purpose in the chaotic system of life in the surreal world. He was a lunar paradox, someone so innately attuned to the nocturnal and the surreal, by virtue of his bond to the Moon, that his individual identity was but a fragment of a larger, disjointed totality. A totality that included the identities of other Moonlanders in other places and times, and which allowed him to know and to comprehend the secret kaleidoscopic irrationality of the world that most humans could not even perceive.

In other words, Giacinto Luna had been given the weirdest superpower he had ever heard of: the power of knowing the stuff that was, by definition, unknowable.

After enduring a months-long existential crisis and even dabbling in comic books to give this new dimension of his life some meaning, Giacinto eventually returned to a semi-regular existence as a gentle, sensitive but chronically anxious and eccentric loner. He kept a precious few friends, most of them stoners, got his heart broken twice before he even knew he was in love, and graduated with honors. Then his early adulthood as a college student began.

Unbeknownst to his loved ones, however, the young Moonlander was beginning to experiment. His curiosity and kind heart led to him testing out his lunar awareness by anonymously helping people affected by surreal phenomena and, occasionaly, totally regular nocturnal crimes. In doing so, he quickly made a name for himself as Moonlander, a secretive private detective who specialized in the absurd. All the while, he acquainted himself with the other fragments of his identity. That was how he came to form a close personal bond with Tian Yazhu, Nicholas La Follette and Yuzuru Murakami, Moonlanders from different times and places who, by coincidence or design, had formed part of Giacinto's orbit. Through their friendship, he learned how to work beyond the confines of his little corner of the real world, and how to control the worst of his awareness, lest it drove him genuinely mad.

Excited by his findings and heartened by the good he was doing as Moonlander, Giacinto finished his formal studies in almost record time, leaving behind a trail of exhausted study partners and an obscene amount of student debt. As much as he had enjoyed the university life, the lion's share of his enthusiasm belonged to his far less traditional vocation. With the money he made as Moonlander, he bought himself a small, cozy home in the countryside and a used van to take him on his adventures.

So far, Giacinto has had very little interest in working beyond the confines of Europe. Even though he has come to terms with having a superpower of sorts, he is not yet willing to acknowledge himself as a superhero or anything of the sort. He feels no kinship with the masked vigilantes from across the Atlantic and does not involve himself in the constant superhuman troubles that affect American cities like Lost Haven. But with the recent arrival of a series of anonymous letters to his doorstep, that may be about to change...

HERO TYPE

Other
According to Giacinto's home-made glossary of the surreal world, a lunar paradox is an object or being that, because of the Moon's influence, does not experience its own existence as a singular individual, but rather as the center of a larger totality, comprised of multiple juxtaposed beings, objects and even forces, often from multiple times and spaces. For a sapient being, being a lunar paradox is like living in a dream that is somehow both an incoherent mess of fragmented realities and a meaningful all-encompassing dream. In other words, Moonlander is not just Giacinto, but rather an amalgamation of multiple perspectives that contains Giacinto's own identity at its core.

POWER LEVEL

Street Level (Actual)
World Level (Potential)

POWERS

LUNAR AWARENESS
If the real world is like human consciousness, then the surreal world is like the human unconscious. It is a structure, a language, a cluster of repressed aspects of the real, which exists mostly hidden from our perception. Its occasional material manifestations are unintelligible to most, but not to the Moonlander. He is aware of the surreal, attuned to its secret functions like no other human is. He can push past the veil that separates it from the real and find meaning in its dreamlike juxtapositions and non sequiturs. Though he has not yet learned to manipulate the power of the Moon, his innate bond with it allows him to interpret this other world's movements, interact with it and even traverse it. He is all but immune to illusions and hypnosis, and can trace most unconscious phenomena to their physical source.

LUNAR CONJURATION
Giacinto is not a mage, a wizard, a warlock, a sorcerer nor an enchanter. He was not born with a natural gift for casting spells ex nihilo, nor did he train under a wise old master who cultivated in him a talent for magic. However, years of experimentation with the strange world of lunar absurdities has taught him how to perform a variety of complicated little rituals, rituals which allow him to manipulate some nocturnal forces in a small way. Lunar conjuration is, like the Moon herself, a very capricious art. Its fundamentals are opaque, its methods seem arbitrary at best and its results tend to be very delicate, ethereal and borderline useless. The rituals Giacinto has been able to reproduce so far are very time-consuming and precarious, very easy to mess up even during the most auspicious phases of the Moon. Generally, he only uses lunar conjuration as a way to enhance his senses, reveal the hidden properties of evidence he finds in his cases, or summon the help of a fragment of his lunar paradox.

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT 1,72 m
WEIGHT 58 kg
STRENGTH Normal Human
SPEED Normal Human
ENDURANCE Normal Human
AGILITY Normal Human
INTELLIGENCE Genius
FIGHTING SKILL Untrained
RESOURCES Average

WEAKNESSES

A Moonlander is still human and mortal. Giacinto can die just as easily as any regular person.

Also, although he is immune to illusions and hypnosis, he is vulnerable to his own lunar awareness. If he ever slipped too far into the irrational juxtapositions that comprise that secret world, he could well lose his sanity.

He also suffers from a growing addiction to magic mushrooms and blueberry shortcake laced with LSD, both of which he first tried back in college.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS

TIAN YAZHU, a core fragment of his paradox. A warrior, scholar and mystic from the dying days of the Han dynasty.
NICHOLAS LA FOLLETTE, a core fragment of his paradox. A carpenter and werewolf from mid-19th century Appalachia, turned by a Confederate werewolf during the Civil War.
YUZURU MURAKAMI, a core fragment of his paradox. An astronomy prodigy from the not so distant future.
HUA ZHEN, also known as Moonbreaker. A scholar and mystic from the dying days of the Han dynasty and rival to Tian Yazhu, who famously sought to tear the Moon down from its heavenly abode.

@Aufklarung

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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The inside of the New Portland Water Plant was a twisted maze of corridors, made even more disorienting by the fact that the power to the plant had been cut, leaving the facility in near total darkness, the only light source were the emergency lights that seemed to grow dimmer with each passing minute. While this might prove problematic for most, Lyger's feline abilities, one of which, his low light vision allowed him to see easily in the dark, giving him a distinct advantage over anyone he might encounter in the darkened water treatment plant.

“Whisper, talk to me. What are we looking at?” Lyger said into the com link built into his mask.

“You're going to want to keep going straight, then take your second left. That should bring you right to the clear well. That's probably where you're going to find him.” Whisper told him.

“I'm on it.” Lyger said as he quickened his pace down the corridor.

“Uh, boss. I'm getting about a half a dozen heat signatures just up ahead, They could be hostile, so you might want to be careful.” Whisper warned him.

“Right.” Lyger responded as he quickened his pace toward the clear well.

***

From the small security office located within the room that housed the clear well, Insomnia monitored the goings-on within the plant from closed circuit security cameras which dotted the interior of the water plant. Thus far, his plan had gone according to plan, for the most part. He and his “friends” had taken over the water plant amid the chaos that had been created outside, and thus far the Crown Ridge Police had been unable to gain a foothold anywhere near the plant. However, he soon came to realize that he and his men were not alone in the water plant. In fact, there were at least two interlopers inside with him.

He kept his eyes locked on the monitor screens, hoping to get a look at who had infiltrated the plant. In the west wing of the plant, he saw a young man who appeared on the surface to be of little consequence. This young man walked recklessly through the hallways, taking little care to keep under cover. He also seemed to be new to this whole hero thing. He wore a “costume,” however, it was very rudimentary. It consisted of a black leather coat over what appeared to be makeshift armor, which through the admittedly blurry picture provided on the security cameras, looked to be made from hockey pads. This meant that whoever this was, it wasn't one of the “big guns.”
“How curious.” Insomnia said to himself as he watched the mysterious young man make his way through the plant's corridors, moving ever closer to Insomnia's present location. However, it wasn't the young man in the makeshift body armor that caught his attention. It was the figure in black that was barely perceptible in the darkened hallways. At first he saw the figure in a quick flash of motion in the darkness, though soon the cameras were able to get a clear shot of this intruder.

“Very interesting my love, they've sent the cat.” a woman's voice seemingly materialized our of nowhere. “You must have them scared to send him after you.”

“Well then, this should be fun.” Insomnia told her.

“Hardly. Do you really think you have any chance at beating him? He'll end you, or worse, he'll see you locked behind bars for the rest of your life.” She chided him.

“Oh...damn it, Janet! Why do you always have to be such a downer?” Insomnia protested.

The raven haired woman just looked at him as he continued watching the security feed.

“My name isn't Janet, you jackass. It's...” she was cut off.

“Oh shut up, he's about to run into the boys. He's going to get his ass handed to him, this should be good.” Insomnia said excitedly, never taking his eyes off of the monitor.

Insomnia flung himself into the rickety leather chair that sat before the security monitor array, a chair that quite frankly had seen better days. The sudden movement threatened to topple the chair over, depositing the madman on the floor of the security room. However, the chair mercifully stopped swaying, and came to rest in place before that happened. Finally, Insomnia settled into the chair in front of the monitors and found his eyes glued to the screens.

***

Lyger crept along the dark hallway which had now gone completely dark, the only light coming from the flashlights that Insomniac's goons carried with them. Silently, Lyger stalked the thugs, quickly moving along the corridor without alerting the men to his presence. Under the cover of darkness, Lyger inched forward until he was within arms reach of the first of Insomnia's thugs. He reached out with his, black gloved hand and covered the gunman's mouth as he yanked him backwards. He spun the goon around and struck him with a sudden thrust to the goon's throat, which cut off the thug's airway and preventing him from crying out to the others. Lyger then followed up with a straight right hand to the jaw which rendered the man unconscious before disappearing back into the darkness, where he stalked the next armed thug.

Without making a sound, Lyger made his way through the dark hallway, eliminating Insomnia's armed henchmen one by one, until none remained standing. Lyger continued to the end of the hallway until he came to a heavy security door which should lead into the clear well, and Insomnia himself.

“Whisper. The door's welded shut. Are you seeing any other way in?” Lyger asked.

“No, they designed the building with one way in to the clear well, there isn't even an air shaft leading into the room. Apparently it's a security measure.” She replied.

“Of course it is.” Lyger said slightly exasperated.

“Amateur.” Came a voice from behind him. Lyger spun to face the man, ready for anything. However, when he saw the grinning face of Reklis, he relaxed a bit.

“Took you long enough.” Lyger said somewhat sarcastically.

“Yeah, I ran into some trouble in the East corridor. But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. What've we got?” he said, motioning at the door.

“Looks like the door's been welded shut. I can't budge it.” Lyger admitted.

“Stand aside, I've got this.” Reklis told him as he closed his eyes and began to focus all his attention on the door. At first, Lyger thought that this was the rookie goofing off again, and he was about to call him out on it when something happened. The door began to shake violently, before an invisible force began pulling the door outward. The door creaked and groaned in protest as it was pulled from its hinges and deposited on the ground with a loud thud.

“After you.” Reklis said with a grin as he motioned to the now open doorway to the clear well and Insomnia.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Ok, sorry for going MIA, I’ve been having some internet issues lately...which is also lousy timing considering I’ve been temporarily laid off because of this virus. But I seem to be up and running now, so posts should be coming in soon.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So I've been working on a post that I hope to have up soon. I've been working a lot of overtime since this whole virus mess started, so I've been exhausted. I'll try to finish it up this weekend.